Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Restless Regret

Quick Houskeeping Notes:1. Looking for valentines? Don't forget my stationery company, FINvites.com, has put out TWO different FREE downloadable designs for Shark-Themed-Love. You can find them by visiting our website HERE.2. This will be the last post from the states (!) - but we haven't quite gotten internet set up in the Japan apartment yet, so next week might be a bit lacking. I'll figure something out. :) In any case, no worries if you don't hear from me first thing next week friends. (Also I'm sorry I was stupid and packed my sketch book, so we're a little low on drawings for this post.)

3. As you can see, we're just about at that time where I reinstate live-tweeting Bubba flying. Last time it was pretty entertaining, maybe it'll be the same this time, who knows? In any case, you can follow along with that on Thursday by following @KpQuePasa on twitter. I'll be using #AirBub15 If you've got a twitter, feel free to tweet at me, I'll be checking the tag as long as I have a connection (I'm not sure if the flight will have internet).

This happened last time when the Mister and I went.

Now on to the Main Event:Hey folks!

As you’re reading this, I’m simultaneously refreshing my phone every 30 seconds to track Mac’s flight to the Land of the Rising Sun, and making my way to Detroit to board my own plane with Bubba.

(jokes aside, don’t phone and drive friends. I’m probably being smart enough to pull over at rest-stops for my checks.)

In any case, over the weekend I wrote this blog post and scheduled it to post from a fluffy hotel room bed, while waiting for the snow storm that hit Michigan to calm down a bit. Next week, assuming our apartment internet gets figured out, we’ll start posts FROM JAPAN! Let’s keep our fingers crossed that my next post will be about Japan, and that nothing else of consequence happens in the little time I have left in the states.

So let’s back up a bit. When last we checked in with our heroes, I had mentioned that with all of our worldly possessions and furniture gone, we would be checking into a hotel that evening. And as I hit “post” on that one, The Mister came into the bedroom where I sat on the floor so we could review our options.

While The Mister’s Company takes very good care of us throughout the moving process, sometimes the roundabout way that we need to access company resources can prove problematic. Such was the case in a hotel stay, as we would need to pay for the room out of our pocket first, then turn in paperwork to be reimbursed. Pairing the slow reimbursement system with the Japan Branch’s system of only one paycheck at the end of each month, we were not setting ourselves up for greatness. I mean, not totally unmanageable, but not ideal.

But, we reasoned, we’re young! We’re spry! And we’re resourceful! So what if we don’t have a mattress? We have a blanket each, and a pillow between the two of us, and those “help you sleep” pills that we’ve been saving for jet lag. We can just camp out on the floor. We are a brilliant couple who is about to capitalize on our flexibility in the face of adversity.

We were both enthusiastic about this - at 9pm, we took the sleep aids and hunkered down on the floor in the corner of the bedroom. And we both fell asleep… for like half an hour.

Even the extra strength sleep aids couldn’t mask the fact that we were sleeping flat on the hard, cold, floor. I woke up alone - to the sound of the water running in the bathroom.

I think I had a small (We’re talking infinitesimally small. Smaller than the Ant Man teaser trailer small) advantage to the sleeping on the floor party, in that I tend to sleep like a vampire - flat on my back. The Mister sleeps all curled up on his side, and with no mattress to cushion him, his hips were hurting something awful. So while I didn’t sleep any longer than he did on the cold hard floor, I was at least still groggy from the sleepy pill, while he was wide awake. And he decided to take a bath.

The bath ended up being where he ended up sleeping all night. Not because he had actually intended that when he originally got up, but more because I wrongly interpreted that as his intent when I heard the bath going, and stole the pillow and his blanket to myself, then burrito’d myself up so tightly that he didn’t have the heart to take ‘em back.*

So I “slept” in a ball, The Mister slept in a tub, and in the morning, we checked into a hotel.

2 comments:

Just a month ago I had one of those "it will be an adventure! We can go balls to the wall for days!" things that reminded me how close I am to being 35. With the Poland/Czech trip starting evening Dec 26 and finally arriving in our base camp of Rzeszow in the afternoon of the 27th (Sat), we then got on a plane (ok 2 planes) on Monday to go to Prague. 4 days later, back to Rzeszow via 2 planes, 3 airports etc. We were supposed to go to Krakow the next day (day before I left). First it was "let's get up early and leave at 7!" Then "let me sleep in a little until 9" then "crap, it's 11, it's a 3 hour drive and it gets dark here at about 4pm." Uhh... yeah. No Krakow. Laid around and watched Polish tv, got pizza and eventually showered and had a decent dinner out around 7pm.